Seems like there are a lot of people who can't do basic stuff like watching a movie. They fail to realize movies are one of the better things that you can do with friends instead of stuff like chilling or playing pool. For starters, you wouldn't have to listen to them talk. See!? You are convinced already aren't you? Not to worry, I am here to give advice on how to watch a movie. But, if there is slapstick humor shows, always watch it first, ask questions later. Chances are, they will be good although good is subjected to a matter of relative reference. Any show is good compared to (insert name of any show about animals).
Selecting a movie
If there is chainsaws and torturing, it's a safe bet. Swords and guns are a good mix. Any show that has ninjas in it deserved to be watched twice. On the weekends. That's how kickass ninjas are. While we are at it, who doesn't love zombies?
Cartoons are a no no. Flush away? Finding nemo? Toy Story? Oh please. There are only 2 categories of guys who watch cartoons, the ones who are forced by their girlfriends/dates to do so (God bless their soul) and the kind who deserved to be run down by a monster truck.
Beware of documentaries disguised as movies. “The inconvenient truth” comes to mind. Do you really want the guy who lost to Bush in the presidential elections to preach to you about saving the world? It’s BUSH for god’s sake. Who couldn't beat Bush? (Apparently John Kerry and Saddam managed not to do so) You are better off watching animal planet or discovery channel seeing guys get stung to death by sting rays.
During the movie
Despite your best effort in selection of the movie, sometimes it is inevitable you end up catching a show that isn't really that fantastic. Besides talking on the phone and making loud snoring noises, you can spoil it for everyone else by predicting whatever is going to happen. Say, if you are watching a horror massacre film. Predict who is going to die and who is going to survive and tell the person 5 seats away from you. Remember, it doesn't matter if you don't know the person. They are probably glad that you are offering to save them time by telling them the ending for free after they spent 10 bucks on the show. But how do you go about your prediction? It's so easy that a retard could do it. Always look for the prettiest female character who will always survive and go on to make horrible sequels and milk the money out of horror fans and retards. Who am I kidding? There is no such things are horror fans.
During the movie, sometimes there might be certain scenes that require you to have certain reactions. Let's say, during a scene of 2 guys having sexual tension, eg every scene of Frodo and Sam in LOTR, you must loudly exclaim that it was extremely gay and you would most certainly not had brought tickets to this show if you knew “how gay it is”. This is of utmost importance that guys do this step properly, for without it, you would not be asserting your manliness. Ladies, if your guys did not do what was recommended above, it's time to test your man's manhood.
(Off topic, the manhood test involves a subtle crotch squeeze to check if what is supposed to be there is there. The word here is subtle mind you, not to raise his suspicion or crush them. You wouldn't want any nasty surprises 5 years down the road wouldn't you?)
However, I cannot stress enough how some dorks take it to the other extreme and get all excited during scenes with sexy females. Wrong. This just makes you look like a pervert. We all know you are a big pervert who filled your video ipod with porn for “just-in-case” moments when you are outside, but SHE doesn’t know that. I don’t think your date would be very impressed.
After the movie
It is inevitable that you would have to talk about the show after getting out of the theater. This is based on the assumption that you actually have friends. No, Barney isn't a real friend. Always compare this movie with another show that you had watched before and claim that the other show is better. This gives an impression that you know more things (and that you have nothing better to do with your free time), and allows to you have the authority on the discussion. For those of us who actually rather not waste time accumulating years of knowledge on movies, here's a handy tip. You can compare the show to stars wars. The show has 6 movies in total! How to you beat that? Granted I only caught 2 out of 6, but that wouldn't stop me from advocating it.
Friend : Deathnote is a good show isn't it?
Me : Blah. Star Wars is better.
Friend : Huh? Why so?
Me : Stars Wars have light sabers.
Friend : What the? Dude, they are different genres. How can you even compare them?
Me : I’m not listening. Lala~lalala~~
Friend : …
At this point, your friends should be in awe of your lack of logic and be dumbfounded. If they wouldn't shut their gap, do us all a favor and kill him or her.
Watching movies are rather hard now that I think about it.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Bubble Tea
For a very long time, advocates and cynics had been at each other's throat, each trying to prove or disprove the existence of God. The latter, they are fools; of course there is a god! Bubble tea is the goddamn proof that a higher power exist. How else can such a perfect liquid ever come into existence?
Bubble tea can be used in almost all situations!
Feeling happy? How about some bubble tea to suit the occasion!?
Feeling sad? Cheer yourself up with some bubble tea!
Feeling stress from school or work? Nothing like bubble tea to lift your spirits!
Feeling emo? Go jump down a building.
It's kind of like taking excessive pot; except that it doesn't cost you an arm and a leg. In fact, I strongly recommend it to be legalized as a medical "drug", for use in hospitals and clinics.
Doctor : “Ok, here the bad news, you have 3 weeks left to live.”
Patient : “Oh my god!” *sobs*
Doctor : “It's all right. Here, have some bubble tea!”
Patient : *drinks* “Now I can die happy!!”
Now they just need alcohol in bubble tea to make it even better.
"Auntie, one volka milk tea with pearls. Extra pearls hor!"
Bubble tea can be used in almost all situations!
Feeling happy? How about some bubble tea to suit the occasion!?
Feeling sad? Cheer yourself up with some bubble tea!
Feeling stress from school or work? Nothing like bubble tea to lift your spirits!
Feeling emo? Go jump down a building.
It's kind of like taking excessive pot; except that it doesn't cost you an arm and a leg. In fact, I strongly recommend it to be legalized as a medical "drug", for use in hospitals and clinics.
Doctor : “Ok, here the bad news, you have 3 weeks left to live.”
Patient : “Oh my god!” *sobs*
Doctor : “It's all right. Here, have some bubble tea!”
Patient : *drinks* “Now I can die happy!!”
Now they just need alcohol in bubble tea to make it even better.
"Auntie, one volka milk tea with pearls. Extra pearls hor!"
Friday, November 24, 2006
Card
Zhiying made this card for me last time i saw her. Goodness, that girl was painting and cutting out pieces of white drawing paper so that she could make cards for her friends. When everyone else was mugging in the library.
Thanks alot. I will try not to lose it.
Monday, November 13, 2006
GST to be raised to 7%: PM Lee
Taken from http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/241058/1/.html
SINGAPORE: The Goods and Services Tax will be increased to 7 percent, up from 5 percent presently.
This was announced by Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong in Parliament on Monday.
Mr Lee said the hike is necessary to finance the enhanced social safety nets, which are needed to help the lower income group.
I LOL-ed at that last statement.
SINGAPORE: The Goods and Services Tax will be increased to 7 percent, up from 5 percent presently.
This was announced by Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong in Parliament on Monday.
Mr Lee said the hike is necessary to finance the enhanced social safety nets, which are needed to help the lower income group.
I LOL-ed at that last statement.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Relax, we still got 2 more weeks.
Been quite sometime since I last updated this place with a lengthy post.
I blame school, projects, reports and presentations. It's really an overload. How can anyone survive in this kind of surrounding where there are muggers everywhere you go!? Where the school library is open for 24hours!? Where people left and right are saying that they have not yet studied, but later spot them whacking past year papers? Because of them, I can't afford to waste time blogging and writing silly post for your amusement! I must be going now!
Time to get back to playing Final Fantasty 12. Oh yea, 10 hours in already!
I blame school, projects, reports and presentations. It's really an overload. How can anyone survive in this kind of surrounding where there are muggers everywhere you go!? Where the school library is open for 24hours!? Where people left and right are saying that they have not yet studied, but later spot them whacking past year papers? Because of them, I can't afford to waste time blogging and writing silly post for your amusement! I must be going now!
Time to get back to playing Final Fantasty 12. Oh yea, 10 hours in already!
Monday, November 06, 2006
The shortest fairy tale ever
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl to marry him. She said, "No!"
So, the guy live happily ever after, farting whenever he want, smoking, drinking, dominating the remote control and letting the sink choke up with litter.
The end.
Thoughts?
So, the guy live happily ever after, farting whenever he want, smoking, drinking, dominating the remote control and letting the sink choke up with litter.
The end.
Thoughts?
Monday, October 30, 2006
Koichi
“Greetings!”
Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.
On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.
I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.
Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.
On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.
I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.
Cry me a river
Yet another guy post, ladies can skip this entirely.
So at 5am in the morning, I was still on the phone with a friend talking about the topic “crying”. And yes, it's insane. She was telling me how her (soon to be ex) boyfriend is the crying sort. And how he would cry and cry and cry.
That's how fucked right? Unless you cut off your little pee wee or PMS every other day (Don't let that once per month thing fool you, that lovable girl you are eyeing can turn into a bitch any moment), you have NO fucking right to cry.
Many years ago, guys don't cry. Because it is expected of men. Conformity, that’s hardly a good reason, but that works I guess. Nowadays, guys still don’t cry. Oh wait, I know some of people are going to say that’s not true! Sensitive new age guys are acceptable in today societies as well, and women love their men to in touch with their emotions. So guys can cry too. And extra points if you do it in public!
Just for the record, SNAGS not equal to gays. I have gay friends who happen to be more manly than a lot of guys I know, but the main point is, there is nothing wrong with gays. In fact, I respect those who come out of the closet and defy social norms. On a sidenote, Esmond, We are all still waiting for you to come out. Everyone still loves you, gay or not.
Lotion for your ever so delicate skin = $10
Cream to make your ass shine = $20
Getting a new top at NewUrbanMale = $50
Self proclaim men who cry every now and then = scum of the universe.
Yes, it's that bad. Are you a scum of the universe? And incase you are wondering, I don't cry. Ever.
When babies are born, usually they come out crying right? Only 2 types of babies don't cry, the dead type and the Chuck Norris type. Chuck Norris for the clueless is the man. Yes, he is THE MAN. A little known fact is that his tears can cure cancer. But why the hell are our scientists spending millions on finding a cure for cancer when such a feasible solution seems so close. Hold that thought. Too bad Chuck Norris never cried.
Just like me.
So at 5am in the morning, I was still on the phone with a friend talking about the topic “crying”. And yes, it's insane. She was telling me how her (soon to be ex) boyfriend is the crying sort. And how he would cry and cry and cry.
That's how fucked right? Unless you cut off your little pee wee or PMS every other day (Don't let that once per month thing fool you, that lovable girl you are eyeing can turn into a bitch any moment), you have NO fucking right to cry.
Many years ago, guys don't cry. Because it is expected of men. Conformity, that’s hardly a good reason, but that works I guess. Nowadays, guys still don’t cry. Oh wait, I know some of people are going to say that’s not true! Sensitive new age guys are acceptable in today societies as well, and women love their men to in touch with their emotions. So guys can cry too. And extra points if you do it in public!
Just for the record, SNAGS not equal to gays. I have gay friends who happen to be more manly than a lot of guys I know, but the main point is, there is nothing wrong with gays. In fact, I respect those who come out of the closet and defy social norms. On a sidenote, Esmond, We are all still waiting for you to come out. Everyone still loves you, gay or not.
Lotion for your ever so delicate skin = $10
Cream to make your ass shine = $20
Getting a new top at NewUrbanMale = $50
Self proclaim men who cry every now and then = scum of the universe.
Yes, it's that bad. Are you a scum of the universe? And incase you are wondering, I don't cry. Ever.
When babies are born, usually they come out crying right? Only 2 types of babies don't cry, the dead type and the Chuck Norris type. Chuck Norris for the clueless is the man. Yes, he is THE MAN. A little known fact is that his tears can cure cancer. But why the hell are our scientists spending millions on finding a cure for cancer when such a feasible solution seems so close. Hold that thought. Too bad Chuck Norris never cried.
Just like me.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Randomness rocks
I still can't believe I spent around an hour and more walking around in the school library with Elena talking cock like nobody's business. It was rather fun, I must admit although not very productive. Esmond wanted to read his book/ do his work, and we couldn't go for coffee as planned. Being a really nice guy, I offered to walk her up to the 4th floor from the 3rd level. Ya, real nice I know.
How the hell am I supposed to know that we would end up walking around the library for the next hour? Gee, I think other students must be wondering why the hell this two people were doing, walking around and giggling, when others are mugging like mad. The best part was when she said she wanted to go to the ladies, and instead of doing that, we stood in front of a project room and kept on chatting. Just so to make the people inside the project room nervous, we pretended to look at the time and inside the room from time to time so as to make the people inside think that we booked the room. (Ok, she pretended actually. I am innocent.) Just by doing that we managed to spend half an hour. And after I left her to get back to my work, then I realized we could have sat down and have coffee like we planned instead of walking and standing and generally "training" my leg muscles.
I had one of the funniest msn chat ever on Friday night. Thanks to cha cha cha. Yes, I know you are reading this, despite me not telling you about this blog of mine. It was funny as hell I assure you. It sure is weird when I realized I am grinning at the laptop at 3am in the morning.
"Char cha. We dot dot cucumber in slumberland. "
I have no idea what it means. But it sure made me laugh and forgot about everything for a moment.
It kinda reminded me about my younger days, when we could be as random as we wanted. Yea, I am old. You are old too. Stop denying it people. Once you hit 20 there is no going back. For those of you who ain't 20 yet, don't you have some exam to study for? Shoo shoo. Let's carry on for those of us who are above 20
As I was saying, It's fun how I used to anyhow draw comics to amuse my friends, especially SZP (Super Zhenyi Pig) which was my mainstream comic title for awhile. Or how Yx and me used to randomly decided to stand in the middle the traffic light near Cuppage and make small talk. Or hanging with Ko, whose randomness is on par with me. Romeo lust after Juliet eh?
Fuck school and let's all be random.
How the hell am I supposed to know that we would end up walking around the library for the next hour? Gee, I think other students must be wondering why the hell this two people were doing, walking around and giggling, when others are mugging like mad. The best part was when she said she wanted to go to the ladies, and instead of doing that, we stood in front of a project room and kept on chatting. Just so to make the people inside the project room nervous, we pretended to look at the time and inside the room from time to time so as to make the people inside think that we booked the room. (Ok, she pretended actually. I am innocent.) Just by doing that we managed to spend half an hour. And after I left her to get back to my work, then I realized we could have sat down and have coffee like we planned instead of walking and standing and generally "training" my leg muscles.
I had one of the funniest msn chat ever on Friday night. Thanks to cha cha cha. Yes, I know you are reading this, despite me not telling you about this blog of mine. It was funny as hell I assure you. It sure is weird when I realized I am grinning at the laptop at 3am in the morning.
"Char cha. We dot dot cucumber in slumberland. "
I have no idea what it means. But it sure made me laugh and forgot about everything for a moment.
It kinda reminded me about my younger days, when we could be as random as we wanted. Yea, I am old. You are old too. Stop denying it people. Once you hit 20 there is no going back. For those of you who ain't 20 yet, don't you have some exam to study for? Shoo shoo. Let's carry on for those of us who are above 20
As I was saying, It's fun how I used to anyhow draw comics to amuse my friends, especially SZP (Super Zhenyi Pig) which was my mainstream comic title for awhile. Or how Yx and me used to randomly decided to stand in the middle the traffic light near Cuppage and make small talk. Or hanging with Ko, whose randomness is on par with me. Romeo lust after Juliet eh?
Fuck school and let's all be random.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Bounce
It disturbs me how much I still bounce these days. By bounce, I meat walking with jumping involved. It's rather hard to explain because I have never ever seen it before. And that's because, usually, I am the one bouncing. Women bouncing, sure that's all right. Men bouncing, uhh.. whatever floats your boat, dude. Skinny guy with a pink shirt and cap bouncing; Instant destruction to whatever reputation that he had been trying to build up for the last 1 and a half years.
I remembered the very first time someone told me about this…uhh…so called problem of mine. Sharon introduced me to Clarinda who was in AJC also, and asked her if she recognized me. Her answer was somewhat along the lines of "Yeah, I have seen him bouncing around in the canteen." I gave the classical WTF expression as she further went on to explain the different times she saw me bobbling up and down. Sharon dealt the killing blow, when she confirmed Clar's words. Yes, all these years and I still remember.
So I decided to bounce less. Fast forward to Army days, went out with Xiangfu and he commented on my bouncing habit. At least he was nice enough to assure me that is a sign that I am a healthy person, and people who bounce when they walk are likely to be faster runners. I didn't know why I believed that. But it did seem logical (at that time), so I didn't pursue the topic further.
Then SMU came along. And this mod call CAT requires a presentation. In true democratic fashion, I was elected to do the presentation largely due to the alleged "relationship" that I have with my professor. Come on, wearing pink on the same day? And making eyes at each other in the middle of class? Only group that didn't get bombarded with questions? And you people didn't suspect a single thing? Poof, and I didn't believe them when they said that a sucker is born every minute. Anyway, in the middle of presentation, PJ suddenly commented, "Stop jumping", and then and only then, I realized, "aww crap", my hyperactive genes must be working overtime again, making me bounce around like the Energizer Bunny on crack. Bounce and bounce and bounce somemore.
I uhh.. blame my shoes. Yea, that's it, must be the shoes.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
No more.
Betterman ?
No more. No more of this persona, this bullshit. No more of acting nice. No more.
betterman is dead.
No more.
(Koichi, thanks for letting me rant on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
No more. No more of this persona, this bullshit. No more of acting nice. No more.
betterman is dead.
No more.
(Koichi, thanks for letting me rant on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
Friday, October 13, 2006
Boyz 2 Men
Life sucks.. seriously, just when you thought you were over the little bump in your life, shit happens and you feel like the world is ending.. Okay, maybe i exaggerate, the world ain't ending... yet. But it certainly feels like it, with the way I'm feeling in recent weeks.
Perhaps I'm just over reacting to stuff.. perhaps things are really just fine. But I can't or (psychologically)refuse to see it that way... There are so many things bothering me, waiting for me to solve. But yet they are all out of my control. Ain't nothing I can do about them for now, but wait. And if there's 2 things about me is that I'm a control freak and an impatient guy. So that makes for about the worse possible combination of things to happen in a situation.
I feel like i'm fighting multiple battles on many different fronts on my own... so many problems, no solutions. A lone soldier.. trudging up the fog filled battlefield, not knowing what lies ahead of him, not knowing if his next step will be on a land mine and blow up on his face. Should he take the next step? Or should he not? Logically, by prodding the field before taking his next step he'll be safe. But then, when you're in the battlefield you don't tend to think logically, the only thoughts that fill your head will be that of fear. I guess that's what plaguing me right now. Logically I know what needs/should be done. Yet knowing and doing are 2 very different things. And I can tell you doing is SO much more difficult. There's a reason why it's "easier said than done".
Perhaps if the soldier wasn't alone but accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, the path will be easier. But hey, let's not forget other soldiers also have their own battles to fight. Sometimes you've just got to fight your own battles alone. And thats what differentiates the boys from the men.
For now, I can only wait.. to see if I'm a boy.. or man.
And in case you dimwits out there haven't realized it, I(aka bx) didn't write the above.
Perhaps I'm just over reacting to stuff.. perhaps things are really just fine. But I can't or (psychologically)refuse to see it that way... There are so many things bothering me, waiting for me to solve. But yet they are all out of my control. Ain't nothing I can do about them for now, but wait. And if there's 2 things about me is that I'm a control freak and an impatient guy. So that makes for about the worse possible combination of things to happen in a situation.
I feel like i'm fighting multiple battles on many different fronts on my own... so many problems, no solutions. A lone soldier.. trudging up the fog filled battlefield, not knowing what lies ahead of him, not knowing if his next step will be on a land mine and blow up on his face. Should he take the next step? Or should he not? Logically, by prodding the field before taking his next step he'll be safe. But then, when you're in the battlefield you don't tend to think logically, the only thoughts that fill your head will be that of fear. I guess that's what plaguing me right now. Logically I know what needs/should be done. Yet knowing and doing are 2 very different things. And I can tell you doing is SO much more difficult. There's a reason why it's "easier said than done".
Perhaps if the soldier wasn't alone but accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, the path will be easier. But hey, let's not forget other soldiers also have their own battles to fight. Sometimes you've just got to fight your own battles alone. And thats what differentiates the boys from the men.
For now, I can only wait.. to see if I'm a boy.. or man.
And in case you dimwits out there haven't realized it, I(aka bx) didn't write the above.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Randomness.
Of love.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?
Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.
Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)
Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.
Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.
Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?
Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!
Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?
Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.
Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)
Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.
Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.
Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?
Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!
Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Are you a racist?
What exactly is a racist? By definition, a racist is someone who hates people from other races. That is only part of the equation. In reality, a racist is someone who hates this specific race more than he hates others.
Example,
“Fuck all of you.”
By the characterization, it would mean that this guy fuck Chinese, fuck Malays, fuck Indians, fuck mixed blood, fuck Indonesian, fuck Bangalas, fuck Siam Kias, fuck !Kang bushmen, fuck the whites, fuck the blacks, fuck Hispanics, fuck Asians, fuck the tables, fuck the chairs. Basically everyone. But you get my point don't you? But that's not considered being racist! Gosh, by saying that line, by description u hate everything. And since humanity strive for equality among races and between men and women(heh heh), so it is all right if you hate every single race, religion, culture or country as long as you hate them EQUALLY.
Compare that to someone who says "fuck Chinese". OMGLOLROFL, that's being racist! That can get you throw into jail, assraped in the prison shower when you drop your soap, caned and get free exercise courtesy of Uncle Le.... uhh.. I meant the government. (And taxpayers of course.) Moral of the story? Either you hate everyone or you don't hate anyone.
Luckily I hate everyone.
Example,
“Fuck all of you.”
By the characterization, it would mean that this guy fuck Chinese, fuck Malays, fuck Indians, fuck mixed blood, fuck Indonesian, fuck Bangalas, fuck Siam Kias, fuck !Kang bushmen, fuck the whites, fuck the blacks, fuck Hispanics, fuck Asians, fuck the tables, fuck the chairs. Basically everyone. But you get my point don't you? But that's not considered being racist! Gosh, by saying that line, by description u hate everything. And since humanity strive for equality among races and between men and women(heh heh), so it is all right if you hate every single race, religion, culture or country as long as you hate them EQUALLY.
Compare that to someone who says "fuck Chinese". OMGLOLROFL, that's being racist! That can get you throw into jail, assraped in the prison shower when you drop your soap, caned and get free exercise courtesy of Uncle Le.... uhh.. I meant the government. (And taxpayers of course.) Moral of the story? Either you hate everyone or you don't hate anyone.
Luckily I hate everyone.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
How far will you run?
Today was feeling good, so I decided to run. From my place in Hougang to Sengkang, so that I could have an excuse to visit my ever so adorable boss. (But bx, isn't she like 8 years older than you?) Blah, details details, who has time for details? (uhh bx? She's married!) Like I said, who has time for minor details?
Heh heh, to a certain brother of mine, you can always emulate me and run from your place in bedok to tampines central. *thumbs up*
Heh heh, to a certain brother of mine, you can always emulate me and run from your place in bedok to tampines central. *thumbs up*
Saturday, September 30, 2006
SLBs.....with friends!
Looking good as ever, presenting Mr KK.
Do note the cheesy smile that the guy in brown is giving. The sugar in the tua huay must be getting to him.
Realized it's not so nice to forget about kee and poh. So here's a shot of chaokeng kee enjoying his tau huay. (Notice that he has his mouth full. That glutton!)
That blurry piece of shit behind him is none other than pohthenoob.
Welcome to the club!
Do note the cheesy smile that the guy in brown is giving. The sugar in the tua huay must be getting to him.
Realized it's not so nice to forget about kee and poh. So here's a shot of chaokeng kee enjoying his tau huay. (Notice that he has his mouth full. That glutton!)
That blurry piece of shit behind him is none other than pohthenoob.
Welcome to the club!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Toilet Humor
You have been warned.
This one is for the guys. I am sure the guys would know what is it like to pee standing up in a urinal. What happens when u feel something in your throat and you desperately need to cough it out, but suddenly that 5th bottle of beer really gotten to you and you can't move 2 steps away from the urinal without spraying the bugger next to you? Your only choice are to swallow (hmm..) or to actually spit it out. Into the urinal. Which you are peeing in. Sounds normal enough isn't it?
Ever wonder what happens if you miss that spit? And no, I don't mean that it hit the floor. Hell, you bastards don't even care if you pee on the floor, what will stop you asses from spitting on it? I don't mean your shorts or pants either. YES, I am talking about your little brother (read: that funny piece of thing hanging in front of you.). Half of you people reading this don't have dicks. It's ok, you can stop reading this now. The other half reading this has penises and 8 out of 10 of you peeps imagine that you have a monster-super-size-me. The two who aren't the delusional type, must either be thinking "That could never happen to me" and go sit a corner and cry, or thinking "Holy shit! How did he know that happens to me often? That bastard must have been peeping at me in the toilet!"
First I must say I don't face that problem as I am the dude with the short willy. Look under short in the dictionary, my name is given there as an example. Ladies are welcome to take a look. (Heh heh, reverse psychology gets them everytime..) But mostly I wonder if it ever happened to anyone who is slightly more blessed in the nether regions.
I should really stop looking at other people while in the toilet .
Friday, September 22, 2006
Betterman
The betterman campagin has offically kick started.
From today onwards, bx will aim not only to be a better person, but a betterman. What are the differences between this two u ask? Well, a better person might not have all the qualities of a betterman. There are certain things expected of a betterman that a better person would not have to do. I would give you an example, but I can't really tell the difference myself.
Ok, I admit, it was coz robbie williams sang that stupid song "Better Man", and no one ever sang a song called "Better person". That shall thus be the theme song for this campagin. (Surprise, it's not a techno song) And oh, thanks alot weini for getting me that song!
Why the hell is there an urge to be a betterman?
Is it because of a chick?
Or is it coz of divine signs that tell me I will go to 9th circle of hell if I dun start redeeming myself?
Or is it simply coz bx accidently knocked his head on wall this morning when he got out of bed and suddenly decided to become a better person.
The most logical answer would be.... Aliens took him and left a twisted clone version of him.
But that's wrong as well. I blame it on "Leadership and practices" taught by Prof Graham Brown. Sure, he's a slacker. And he's pretty amusing, till the extend that I didn't expect much out of his lessons. But the tasks that he set us out to do including getting postive feedback from people. And boy, it is really an eye opener for me. The postive feedback that came in really gives a different kind of high. That is what really spurs me on to try to be a betterman.
Ok, actually it is that and the "I-DON'T-WANT-TO-GO-TO-HELL!!!" part which convinced me.
From today onwards, bx will aim not only to be a better person, but a betterman. What are the differences between this two u ask? Well, a better person might not have all the qualities of a betterman. There are certain things expected of a betterman that a better person would not have to do. I would give you an example, but I can't really tell the difference myself.
Ok, I admit, it was coz robbie williams sang that stupid song "Better Man", and no one ever sang a song called "Better person". That shall thus be the theme song for this campagin. (Surprise, it's not a techno song) And oh, thanks alot weini for getting me that song!
Why the hell is there an urge to be a betterman?
Is it because of a chick?
Or is it coz of divine signs that tell me I will go to 9th circle of hell if I dun start redeeming myself?
Or is it simply coz bx accidently knocked his head on wall this morning when he got out of bed and suddenly decided to become a better person.
The most logical answer would be.... Aliens took him and left a twisted clone version of him.
But that's wrong as well. I blame it on "Leadership and practices" taught by Prof Graham Brown. Sure, he's a slacker. And he's pretty amusing, till the extend that I didn't expect much out of his lessons. But the tasks that he set us out to do including getting postive feedback from people. And boy, it is really an eye opener for me. The postive feedback that came in really gives a different kind of high. That is what really spurs me on to try to be a betterman.
Ok, actually it is that and the "I-DON'T-WANT-TO-GO-TO-HELL!!!" part which convinced me.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I will..
1. Become a better person.
2. Clear my backlog of homework.
3. Take over the world.
You guys better hope that I will do number 1 before number 3 happens.
2. Clear my backlog of homework.
3. Take over the world.
You guys better hope that I will do number 1 before number 3 happens.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
One for the excel junkies
=IF(prof calls bx's name wrongly=true,"instant laughing stock","does not die in shame")
Those in my CAT class will understand. Non-SMU peers wouldn't get it unless you know MS Excel.Need extreme makeover
Just to make a disclaimer, I don't hate chi--na students. I really don't.
But it does seems like what I really really really look like an ah tiong. Everyone says so. But yet I refuse to believe it. Living in denial? Well, not anymore after recent events. Week 4 of school is when everyone is supposed to have finished forming their project groups for whatever course that they are taking, and then the leftovers are then desperately looking around for groups to join. To cut the long story short, basically the foreign students got the raw end of the deal simply ‘cause the locals will stick to themselves, and the foreign students gather together most of the time. What happens when you have a few extra foreign students? Well, it means that by week 4 they are pretty desperate for a group. What amazes me is that out of so many people in the entire frigging class, they would often approach me.
Case in point, Finance class. Distance from door to seat, 6 metres. Get stopped to asked if I have a group already………. TWICE. How do one get asked the same question within walking distance of 6 metres. Damnit, I really look chi-naified. There was once even more power packed. A random girl just came up to me in the middle of kopitiam and asked if I am looking for members for MPW group. Trying to be as nice as possible, I kindly rejected her. Not that I have a bais against foreign students. In fact, I am able to work well with a couple of them last time. However….. it just so happens that I am not looking for group members for MPW. What the hell, I am not even taking MPW class this sem! I believe she mistook me for one of her classmates.
Leaves me wondering if there is a Bx-lookalike ah tiong lurking around in school.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Need help
www.helpbx.blogspot.com
I am not shifting, just another page i need you guys to go to.
EDIT (5/10/07) :
Contents of the link are below.
Hello friends.
If you are reading this, chances are.. you know this kickass person call Bingxiang, more commonly known at 阿 bing to his friends. To cut short the crap, I admit that I need your help. WHAT? Yes, indeed. The arrogant ah bing is actually asking for YOUR help? It must be your birthday.
Here's what's happening. I am taking this leadership course and I have to write this paper due in a 2 weeks time, which accounts for 45% percentage of my grade for this course. Holy cows! And here is where you come in. I need to gather feedback about me. It's always about me isn't it?
Anyway, I need to know what you guys think about me. This will require you to think about your interactions with me and to identify those incidents / behaviours where I was at my very best in your eyes. In writing, please provide examples so I can understand the situation and characteristics that you are describing.
For example, you thought of a time that:
we all had a lot of projects due and you did not complete my part of the assignment and was going to make an excuse but bx had done his part, even though everyone had the same amount of other work. This was important because it made you realize that we all had to do our part, even though we had a lot of other assignments.
Or, in our army days, there was sai kang to be done after outfield, then BX volunteered to do most of the work so that everyone can go back and rest, even though he himself was damn shagged too.
It can happen in daily life too. For example, everyone went out. This crazy bitch wants to eat crystal jade. This other mad girl wants to eat ding tai feng. Bx being a good leader punched both them and treated everyone to hawker food.
Those are merely examples, I am sure there are other situations in which I did some good. I can't be all bad, can't I? Most importantly, I need postive feedback. Incase you didn't catch it the first time, POSTIVE feedback, ladies and gentlemen. If you got more than one, please feel free to share with me!
Maybe you are laughing. Who the hell asks for postive feedback about himself? But this is extremely important to me, not only to this course, it is also a chance for me to learn more about myself. Please send your feedback to my school email, or xxx@yahoo.com by 20th sept.
Thanks, I appreciate you taking time to do this for me. In return, when I take over the world, I will make sure I eat you last.
I am not shifting, just another page i need you guys to go to.
EDIT (5/10/07) :
Contents of the link are below.
Hello friends.
If you are reading this, chances are.. you know this kickass person call Bingxiang, more commonly known at 阿 bing to his friends. To cut short the crap, I admit that I need your help. WHAT? Yes, indeed. The arrogant ah bing is actually asking for YOUR help? It must be your birthday.
Here's what's happening. I am taking this leadership course and I have to write this paper due in a 2 weeks time, which accounts for 45% percentage of my grade for this course. Holy cows! And here is where you come in. I need to gather feedback about me. It's always about me isn't it?
Anyway, I need to know what you guys think about me. This will require you to think about your interactions with me and to identify those incidents / behaviours where I was at my very best in your eyes. In writing, please provide examples so I can understand the situation and characteristics that you are describing.
For example, you thought of a time that:
we all had a lot of projects due and you did not complete my part of the assignment and was going to make an excuse but bx had done his part, even though everyone had the same amount of other work. This was important because it made you realize that we all had to do our part, even though we had a lot of other assignments.
Or, in our army days, there was sai kang to be done after outfield, then BX volunteered to do most of the work so that everyone can go back and rest, even though he himself was damn shagged too.
It can happen in daily life too. For example, everyone went out. This crazy bitch wants to eat crystal jade. This other mad girl wants to eat ding tai feng. Bx being a good leader punched both them and treated everyone to hawker food.
Those are merely examples, I am sure there are other situations in which I did some good. I can't be all bad, can't I? Most importantly, I need postive feedback. Incase you didn't catch it the first time, POSTIVE feedback, ladies and gentlemen. If you got more than one, please feel free to share with me!
Maybe you are laughing. Who the hell asks for postive feedback about himself? But this is extremely important to me, not only to this course, it is also a chance for me to learn more about myself. Please send your feedback to my school email, or xxx@yahoo.com by 20th sept.
Thanks, I appreciate you taking time to do this for me. In return, when I take over the world, I will make sure I eat you last.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Contacts v bx (2006)
Yesterday was the first day that I officially wore my contacts to school. Oh boy, what a mistake. The handballers would have seen me wore those pair of bitches around during training, but my other peers somewhat have a much more different reactions to me. The first person who saw me was Chris and he looked at me, then gave me the classic “WTF” look, exclaiming that he couldn’t recognize me. Vincent was less than amused that a stranger was waving to him, until he realize that the random stranger is actually me. There were much of that and I swear, the best was when some of my friends walked right pass me, leaving me to wonder if I really look that different. It was like being blocked on MSN. When the person who blocked you is just sitting beside you.
And of course, the usual questions were, "What happened to you?" or "Are you ok?" or something related to that. No one asked if I was wearing contacts ah. So, on the spot I cooked up a story. Ok, actually, I didn't make up one story, I made up a couple of them, just to see other people reaction. Blame an overactive imagination and an uninteresting lesson (And oh, the inability to sign into MSN. Die stupid SMU network.). One of them includes me dropping my glasses in the toilet bowl and accidentally flushing it away. Another one was me trying to show Denise that I left my specs on the table then while I was using my mouse, I accidentally crushed it. Of course, it would be better explained.... If we weren't seated like 8 metres apart. The fact that I was using hand signals isnt exactly helping. The random girl beside me very likely was damn scared of the skinny guy besides her waving his arms like a mad man....while attempting to dodge the above said arms.
I was told, to my amusement, that I look much younger. Like secondary school kind of young. Oh crap, that means next time I go Yangtze or maybe even a M18 show, the counter person might want to check my IC. Generally, women would be dying to be questioned of their age (only younger though.), but holy cows dude! I am like how old already, cut me some slack!
How embarrassing would it be, if you go chiong with a girl 2 years your junior and you get checked but not her?
And of course, the usual questions were, "What happened to you?" or "Are you ok?" or something related to that. No one asked if I was wearing contacts ah. So, on the spot I cooked up a story. Ok, actually, I didn't make up one story, I made up a couple of them, just to see other people reaction. Blame an overactive imagination and an uninteresting lesson (And oh, the inability to sign into MSN. Die stupid SMU network.). One of them includes me dropping my glasses in the toilet bowl and accidentally flushing it away. Another one was me trying to show Denise that I left my specs on the table then while I was using my mouse, I accidentally crushed it. Of course, it would be better explained.... If we weren't seated like 8 metres apart. The fact that I was using hand signals isnt exactly helping. The random girl beside me very likely was damn scared of the skinny guy besides her waving his arms like a mad man....while attempting to dodge the above said arms.
I was told, to my amusement, that I look much younger. Like secondary school kind of young. Oh crap, that means next time I go Yangtze or maybe even a M18 show, the counter person might want to check my IC. Generally, women would be dying to be questioned of their age (only younger though.), but holy cows dude! I am like how old already, cut me some slack!
How embarrassing would it be, if you go chiong with a girl 2 years your junior and you get checked but not her?
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Truth Lies
- In the following statements, there are 5 truths and 5 lies.
- I cheat in mahjong. All the time. And sometimes I pretend to lose, so that I don’t get caught. And I don't even guilty about it.
- Shower-singer. Ask me though and I will deny everything.
- I am actually gay. I just refuse to admit it.
- The hatred for Emos is damn strong, not because I think they are idiots. Simply because they remind me of myself.
- I hate techno actually. But I enjoy the faces of people when I blast Techno. Priceless.
- I am actually stupider that I look.
- Tall girls scare the hell out of me.
- Running is fun! Not because I like to exercise, but mainly I like the feeling of being out of breath.
- The first statement is a lie.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Words of wisdom
Esmond: "If you know how to cook, and how to sing, that's half the battle won."
Awww...Fucked. That's what I had been doing wrong for all these time.
Anyway, on the topic on knowing how to sing, I realize I can't sing for nuts after the numerous KTV sessions I went recently. Really can't sing even if my life depended on it. It's so bad that I am sure that the Devil will recruit me for my singing “talents" once he runs out of ideas for torturing sinful souls.
And speaking of hell, after running with Es yesterday, there was this nice lady who came over and preached about Christianity when we were cooling down and chatting. Before we go further, I would like to make it clear that I didn't punch her straight in the face, because I know most of my peers would have assumed I done that. Amazingly, I tried to listen to what she was saying. As in what she is REALLY saying, instead of pretending to understand and hoping that she would just shove off. And simply because I didn't do my “Sorry-to-be-wasting-your-time-but-I-am-a- Satanist" routine, she went on and on and on and on and on. Good thing I didn’t hold my breath waiting for her to finish.
I mean it’s nice and all that you think about others and I must admit I quite respect her zeal, BUT (there's always a "but" isn't it?) just because I tolerated it, doesn't mean I am going to embrace it anytime soon. It's quite touching she cared about total strangers (She wanted our names so that she could pray for us, how cool is that?). Thank you for trying anyway. No hard feelings, it's just that I have my own personal beliefs too!
Esmond dubs it "Assholelism". I like the sound of that.
Awww...Fucked. That's what I had been doing wrong for all these time.
Anyway, on the topic on knowing how to sing, I realize I can't sing for nuts after the numerous KTV sessions I went recently. Really can't sing even if my life depended on it. It's so bad that I am sure that the Devil will recruit me for my singing “talents" once he runs out of ideas for torturing sinful souls.
And speaking of hell, after running with Es yesterday, there was this nice lady who came over and preached about Christianity when we were cooling down and chatting. Before we go further, I would like to make it clear that I didn't punch her straight in the face, because I know most of my peers would have assumed I done that. Amazingly, I tried to listen to what she was saying. As in what she is REALLY saying, instead of pretending to understand and hoping that she would just shove off. And simply because I didn't do my “Sorry-to-be-wasting-your-time-but-I-am-a- Satanist" routine, she went on and on and on and on and on. Good thing I didn’t hold my breath waiting for her to finish.
I mean it’s nice and all that you think about others and I must admit I quite respect her zeal, BUT (there's always a "but" isn't it?) just because I tolerated it, doesn't mean I am going to embrace it anytime soon. It's quite touching she cared about total strangers (She wanted our names so that she could pray for us, how cool is that?). Thank you for trying anyway. No hard feelings, it's just that I have my own personal beliefs too!
Esmond dubs it "Assholelism". I like the sound of that.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Tokyo Drift
Why I should watch "The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift"
1.Tokyo Drift is a show full of cars and no story = car porn
2.Ah bing lovesssss porn.
3.Hence, Ah bing loves Tokyo Drift.
Oh yea. AS skills shows that I should watch Tokyo Drift.
1.Tokyo Drift is a show full of cars and no story = car porn
2.Ah bing lovesssss porn.
3.Hence, Ah bing loves Tokyo Drift.
Oh yea. AS skills shows that I should watch Tokyo Drift.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Marketing101
You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."
-- That's Direct Marketing.
You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says, "She's fantastic in bed." --That's Advertising.
You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say,"Hi, I'm fantastic in bed." -- That's Telemarketing.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You get up and straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I?" and reach up to straighten his tie brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed." --That's Public Relations.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed." -- That's Brand Recognition.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You talk him into going home with your friend. -- That's a Sales Rep.
Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you. -- That's Technical Support.
You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated toward the center and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!" -- That's Spam
-- That's Direct Marketing.
You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says, "She's fantastic in bed." --That's Advertising.
You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say,"Hi, I'm fantastic in bed." -- That's Telemarketing.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You get up and straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I?" and reach up to straighten his tie brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed." --That's Public Relations.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed." -- That's Brand Recognition.
You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You talk him into going home with your friend. -- That's a Sales Rep.
Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you. -- That's Technical Support.
You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated toward the center and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!" -- That's Spam
Friday, July 28, 2006
Handphone
So 21 months had passed since I last changed my cell phone. Maybe changed isn’t such a good word. It’s more like since someone FUCKING stole my phone. Along with my whole bag and wallet. And when I was showering in the public after a swim, leaving me with my trunks and a towel. But that’s another story for another day. I don’t think anyone would be interested in how I ran around the pool in my trunks looking for the bag stealer.
I have been eyeing that Sony Eriksson W900 thingy with the 3.2 mega pixel cybershot camera with the walkman function. It’s not out yet though. Frankly, the most interesting function of the phone is the MP3 function. I am a sucker for phones that can broadcast MP3 loudly. I am sure most of you people who take public transport often would have encountered bastards who keep on playing their shitty songs over and over again, loudly. I wouldn’t say I despise them. It’s more of a case of the green eyed monster. But God bless them when I get my own dance music broadcasting machine. All their friggin music will of course be drown out by the beats of my eurobeat, eurodance and trance. No more Jolin, no more Jay chou, no more Indian music that I can’t understand.
Actually, I do have a second method that can stop those buggers from playing their music loudly. It’s pretty risky, and somewhat connected to my last post. The secret is to….
Sing along to everything that they are playing.
Seriously, whenever they play some S.H.E or some other crap song, please don’t just sing it. Massacre it! Make sure the song is sung so badly that no one can stand you. It’s even much more fun when you don’t know the lyrics. Better yet, even if you have never heard this song in your entire life! That shouldn’t deter you at all. Who knows, maybe some producer happens to be in the same bus and signs you for an album?
Now this post is pretty much pointless. I am only writing this coz I don’t feel like sleeping.
I have been eyeing that Sony Eriksson W900 thingy with the 3.2 mega pixel cybershot camera with the walkman function. It’s not out yet though. Frankly, the most interesting function of the phone is the MP3 function. I am a sucker for phones that can broadcast MP3 loudly. I am sure most of you people who take public transport often would have encountered bastards who keep on playing their shitty songs over and over again, loudly. I wouldn’t say I despise them. It’s more of a case of the green eyed monster. But God bless them when I get my own dance music broadcasting machine. All their friggin music will of course be drown out by the beats of my eurobeat, eurodance and trance. No more Jolin, no more Jay chou, no more Indian music that I can’t understand.
Actually, I do have a second method that can stop those buggers from playing their music loudly. It’s pretty risky, and somewhat connected to my last post. The secret is to….
Sing along to everything that they are playing.
Seriously, whenever they play some S.H.E or some other crap song, please don’t just sing it. Massacre it! Make sure the song is sung so badly that no one can stand you. It’s even much more fun when you don’t know the lyrics. Better yet, even if you have never heard this song in your entire life! That shouldn’t deter you at all. Who knows, maybe some producer happens to be in the same bus and signs you for an album?
Now this post is pretty much pointless. I am only writing this coz I don’t feel like sleeping.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
王力宏 - Kiss goodbye
I am pretty much addicted to this song. I have no friggin idea why, but still I am addicted to it. And I found out about it only recently. But first, a little background story.
So, I was doing this beach party comm service thing with my friends, and we have our own small storage room where we go there to chill and have our meetings. Inside that 5m X 4m room, I can’t stop singing this song. Despite the fact that I only know….well… a max of 5 lines. I don’t know how they put up with me. If I had to listen to a guy singing, I would wish that he can sing properly. And more than 5 lines please.
But, being the considerate guy that I am, I went and use republic poly’s laptop to baidu.com and search for lyrics. Armed with a couple more lines, I went back to the room and kept on singing. They didn’t say anything. Either they are really good at ignoring me, or amazed at my fantastic voice. Frankly, I think they are dead already.
Then back at work, I would go into the storeroom to search for stuff. And you know what happens when you are alone. Yes, you start singing. Maybe it’s just me, but hey, this story is about me. What’s the best part? I think my boss caught me singing.
So yesterday, when I went for dinner at Compass Point, on the way, I decided to hum this tune. True enough 10mins later, I caught myself singing the words out. And I wasn’t the first person who caught me. Holy cows! When I found myself singing, I was already halfway into the mall already. Innocent passersby very likely were traumatized by the sight of a guy singing off tune in public. Complete with clenched fists and agony expression on the face. Hey, don’t blame me!? I have to get into character with the song. It’s called “feeling” ok?
Someday, someone has to bail me out of a mental hospital. It's just a matter of time.
So, I was doing this beach party comm service thing with my friends, and we have our own small storage room where we go there to chill and have our meetings. Inside that 5m X 4m room, I can’t stop singing this song. Despite the fact that I only know….well… a max of 5 lines. I don’t know how they put up with me. If I had to listen to a guy singing, I would wish that he can sing properly. And more than 5 lines please.
But, being the considerate guy that I am, I went and use republic poly’s laptop to baidu.com and search for lyrics. Armed with a couple more lines, I went back to the room and kept on singing. They didn’t say anything. Either they are really good at ignoring me, or amazed at my fantastic voice. Frankly, I think they are dead already.
Then back at work, I would go into the storeroom to search for stuff. And you know what happens when you are alone. Yes, you start singing. Maybe it’s just me, but hey, this story is about me. What’s the best part? I think my boss caught me singing.
So yesterday, when I went for dinner at Compass Point, on the way, I decided to hum this tune. True enough 10mins later, I caught myself singing the words out. And I wasn’t the first person who caught me. Holy cows! When I found myself singing, I was already halfway into the mall already. Innocent passersby very likely were traumatized by the sight of a guy singing off tune in public. Complete with clenched fists and agony expression on the face. Hey, don’t blame me!? I have to get into character with the song. It’s called “feeling” ok?
Someday, someone has to bail me out of a mental hospital. It's just a matter of time.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Drama II
Heh heh. Now comes part 2 of the real life drama. Suddenly it's not that exciting anymore. But here goes anyway.
By now, our leading male character is suddenly entrusted with the knowledge that the lady is attached. Somehow, he still cling on to that glimmer of hope.
One day, maybe just that one day that he can change her mind. Although I highly doubt so...
but still, I do hope they can get together. All the best to you.
By now, our leading male character is suddenly entrusted with the knowledge that the lady is attached. Somehow, he still cling on to that glimmer of hope.
One day, maybe just that one day that he can change her mind. Although I highly doubt so...
but still, I do hope they can get together. All the best to you.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Conclusion.
Some days, you just feel like a failure for doing the wrong shit at the wrong time.
Some days, you can't help but blame yourself for everything that turns out wrong.
Some days, you are pretty sure that all the wrong that is happening is your own fault that you didn't plan properly.
Some days, you curse and swear at yourself.
Some days, you can't believe the shit that happens.
Today's not one of those days. = )
Some days, you can't help but blame yourself for everything that turns out wrong.
Some days, you are pretty sure that all the wrong that is happening is your own fault that you didn't plan properly.
Some days, you curse and swear at yourself.
Some days, you can't believe the shit that happens.
Today's not one of those days. = )
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Drama
He's attracted to her. And She's attached. But he doesn't know. Bx is laughing in gee.
Stay tune while Bx brings you the updates as the story progresses.
Sometimes, I don't understand why people like Korean and Jap drama love serials when there are much more exciting real life dramas. Heh Heh.
Stay tune while Bx brings you the updates as the story progresses.
Sometimes, I don't understand why people like Korean and Jap drama love serials when there are much more exciting real life dramas. Heh Heh.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
At work
Thumb drive
Some of you people might know that I “lost” my thumb drive at work in the recent weeks. And it happens to be a MP3 player that I double up as a thumb drive. Of course I was goddam pissed that I “lost” it. Plus that fact that it is the second thumb drive that I lost since coming to work. The first one was only 32mb one that Singnet gave as a free gift 4 or 5 years ago, but hey, I still do use it occasionally so I was mildy annoyed. The second one was the one that pissed me off the most simply coz I had quite a bit of school related stuff in it. And my techno mp3!
But imagine my surprise when the CC people offered to replace a thumb drive to me. Gosh! Totally unexpected of them. Especially since it’s not their fault (entirely). Granted they wanted to give me a 256mb one in view that my lost thumb drive is a 1gb one. But hey, it’s only 744mb lesser and 4 times smaller!
Right now your sarcasm meter should be going off the scale.
But seriously, I was quite touched when they said they would give me back one. But I was quite sure that I didn’t “lose” it. Simply because there is this old guy with itchy fingers who is working there. Not that I am saying that it is him who took it, but there are strong reasons and past events which led me to believe that he was the one. Even my fellow temp who quitted recently asked me to sneakily go through his cupboard to see if it might have “accidentally” landed in there.
Enough of that. The more I think about it, the more and angrier I get. I decided that I can compensate myself by stealing more office supplies. So don’t be surprise when you see me printing my lecture notes on coloured paper next term, simply because I think they have too much coloured paper there. Or have brand new stationeries. Who knows, maybe I will steal all the toilet paper just to piss them off.
Backstab
Did I ever mention that I love the office politics here? The amount of backstabbing that goes on around here is so bad that I have to be careful so as not to step on the dead bodies on my way to the toilet. With a office of 9 people, the amount of bitching is incredible. I seriously wonder how the backstabbing would be like when I get into the corporate scene. Every chance they get, they will bitch about the old man that I was referring to. Within the first week I was working there, it seems like the old man had already done so many bad things that would be enough to condemn him to the ninth circle of hell. And of course, the old man has his own shares of stories to tell me also. Sometimes they combine forces to bitch about my boss, in tactfully ways, but anyone with half a brain can tell what they really mean.
Being the only remaining temp here means they would try to get me on their good sides, so that they can have someone who will side with them, even if it’s only temporary.
It’s so freaking funny how I pretend to be shocked at their tales of how evil their colleagues are. In fact, I am so shocked that I have to stop whatever work that I am doing and listen to tattle tale go on and on while I think of how to make off with the company’s computer without anyone realizing.
Boss
Someone was mentioning that ever since my boss transferred over to this office, a lot more of the grassroots leaders and members start hanging out in the office. And they attribute it to the fact that my boss is a people person; someone who can communicate well with others and is very friendly.
Fuck sia. The real reason is that my boss is hot, and those perverts likely came by just stare at her.
She’s mine, you hear? She’s mine!!!!!
Some of you people might know that I “lost” my thumb drive at work in the recent weeks. And it happens to be a MP3 player that I double up as a thumb drive. Of course I was goddam pissed that I “lost” it. Plus that fact that it is the second thumb drive that I lost since coming to work. The first one was only 32mb one that Singnet gave as a free gift 4 or 5 years ago, but hey, I still do use it occasionally so I was mildy annoyed. The second one was the one that pissed me off the most simply coz I had quite a bit of school related stuff in it. And my techno mp3!
But imagine my surprise when the CC people offered to replace a thumb drive to me. Gosh! Totally unexpected of them. Especially since it’s not their fault (entirely). Granted they wanted to give me a 256mb one in view that my lost thumb drive is a 1gb one. But hey, it’s only 744mb lesser and 4 times smaller!
Right now your sarcasm meter should be going off the scale.
But seriously, I was quite touched when they said they would give me back one. But I was quite sure that I didn’t “lose” it. Simply because there is this old guy with itchy fingers who is working there. Not that I am saying that it is him who took it, but there are strong reasons and past events which led me to believe that he was the one. Even my fellow temp who quitted recently asked me to sneakily go through his cupboard to see if it might have “accidentally” landed in there.
Enough of that. The more I think about it, the more and angrier I get. I decided that I can compensate myself by stealing more office supplies. So don’t be surprise when you see me printing my lecture notes on coloured paper next term, simply because I think they have too much coloured paper there. Or have brand new stationeries. Who knows, maybe I will steal all the toilet paper just to piss them off.
Backstab
Did I ever mention that I love the office politics here? The amount of backstabbing that goes on around here is so bad that I have to be careful so as not to step on the dead bodies on my way to the toilet. With a office of 9 people, the amount of bitching is incredible. I seriously wonder how the backstabbing would be like when I get into the corporate scene. Every chance they get, they will bitch about the old man that I was referring to. Within the first week I was working there, it seems like the old man had already done so many bad things that would be enough to condemn him to the ninth circle of hell. And of course, the old man has his own shares of stories to tell me also. Sometimes they combine forces to bitch about my boss, in tactfully ways, but anyone with half a brain can tell what they really mean.
Being the only remaining temp here means they would try to get me on their good sides, so that they can have someone who will side with them, even if it’s only temporary.
It’s so freaking funny how I pretend to be shocked at their tales of how evil their colleagues are. In fact, I am so shocked that I have to stop whatever work that I am doing and listen to tattle tale go on and on while I think of how to make off with the company’s computer without anyone realizing.
Boss
Someone was mentioning that ever since my boss transferred over to this office, a lot more of the grassroots leaders and members start hanging out in the office. And they attribute it to the fact that my boss is a people person; someone who can communicate well with others and is very friendly.
Fuck sia. The real reason is that my boss is hot, and those perverts likely came by just stare at her.
She’s mine, you hear? She’s mine!!!!!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Business start-up at it's best
I know so many emos that one day I am going to start a business, just selling razorblades to them. Good money.
Too bad I don't think I will get much returning customers.
Too bad I don't think I will get much returning customers.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Excuses, excuses
I must admit, there are a lot of times in life when shit happens I just side step out of the way and let some poor fellow take the bull. Don’t get me wrong. I am not that big of an asshole yet. Many a times, I would shoulder the blame, although usually in those cases, there is no one else for me to point my finger at. But nonetheless, there is always this couple of phrases that I would rely on to make my escape from inconvenient topics or situations.
“I am on diet.”
Ah… most of you should have at one point or another heard me use this one. This is one of my commonly used excuses whenever I don’t feel like eating, or I hate the food. Sometimes, it’s a case of already being too full in the first place.
But hell no. The people eating with me will comment about how skinny I am, or how wasteful it is and how children in Africa are starving and how I am going to hell even if I one day ended up saving the entire population of the globe because of my kickassness, simply because I couldn’t friggin finish my food!
But that is when this handy phrase comes in to save the day. The guys would likely be laughing and joking upon hearing this, while the ladies would give me a sympathetic smile, like they understand the pains of diet. When they hear this, there is an automatic assumption that it’s NOT because I can’t finish, it’s because I had to control myself from eating too much. In fact, I believe this will actually elevate my status as they think I am a fellow dieter. Of course, sometimes, the other extreme happens. Some girls would laugh and joke about what a dumb idea it is for me to diet, but later secretly go to the toilet to check their waistline when people aren’t watching. Whatever happens, it helps to get them off my back.
“I am gay”
This is by far, my favorite and my best excuse. A lot of things in life can be explained simply by gayness. Why did you do projects with guys instead of babes? Because I am gay. Why you don’t consider her as a prospective girlfriend? Because I am gay. Why does Superman wear his underwear on the outside? Because I am……wait, I can’t take credit for this one; Superman is gay.
Seriously try it. It gets you out of many situations by defusing the tension, changing the subject, or arousing interest in the other party. Frankly, the latter is usually NOT recommended, but hey, whatever floats your boat man.
Ever been in situation when you are just sitting down with a group of friends, and your friends try to play match maker? The typical pattern would be that they causally ask why you don’t consider this so and so girl as a potential partner and then try to pair you up depending on your answer. This is a trick question! Especially more so when the “so and so” girl is just SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. 2 ways to go about it. Either you be an ass/truthful and tell her straight to the face that you wouldn’t even consider her after plastic surgery, or you can let her down gently by saying my pet phrase. Your choice, but mine saved my ass a couple of times. Who knows, that girl might have babelious friends so that you can “change” your alignment when you feel like it. Of course this can backfire. In the worse ways possible. With someone chionging your ass. Use it with caution.
That’s it for part I. I am shagged out from writing so much. More to come if work is slack later.
“I am on diet.”
Ah… most of you should have at one point or another heard me use this one. This is one of my commonly used excuses whenever I don’t feel like eating, or I hate the food. Sometimes, it’s a case of already being too full in the first place.
But hell no. The people eating with me will comment about how skinny I am, or how wasteful it is and how children in Africa are starving and how I am going to hell even if I one day ended up saving the entire population of the globe because of my kickassness, simply because I couldn’t friggin finish my food!
But that is when this handy phrase comes in to save the day. The guys would likely be laughing and joking upon hearing this, while the ladies would give me a sympathetic smile, like they understand the pains of diet. When they hear this, there is an automatic assumption that it’s NOT because I can’t finish, it’s because I had to control myself from eating too much. In fact, I believe this will actually elevate my status as they think I am a fellow dieter. Of course, sometimes, the other extreme happens. Some girls would laugh and joke about what a dumb idea it is for me to diet, but later secretly go to the toilet to check their waistline when people aren’t watching. Whatever happens, it helps to get them off my back.
“I am gay”
This is by far, my favorite and my best excuse. A lot of things in life can be explained simply by gayness. Why did you do projects with guys instead of babes? Because I am gay. Why you don’t consider her as a prospective girlfriend? Because I am gay. Why does Superman wear his underwear on the outside? Because I am……wait, I can’t take credit for this one; Superman is gay.
Seriously try it. It gets you out of many situations by defusing the tension, changing the subject, or arousing interest in the other party. Frankly, the latter is usually NOT recommended, but hey, whatever floats your boat man.
Ever been in situation when you are just sitting down with a group of friends, and your friends try to play match maker? The typical pattern would be that they causally ask why you don’t consider this so and so girl as a potential partner and then try to pair you up depending on your answer. This is a trick question! Especially more so when the “so and so” girl is just SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. 2 ways to go about it. Either you be an ass/truthful and tell her straight to the face that you wouldn’t even consider her after plastic surgery, or you can let her down gently by saying my pet phrase. Your choice, but mine saved my ass a couple of times. Who knows, that girl might have babelious friends so that you can “change” your alignment when you feel like it. Of course this can backfire. In the worse ways possible. With someone chionging your ass. Use it with caution.
That’s it for part I. I am shagged out from writing so much. More to come if work is slack later.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Random Rant
Everyday, I play this game called “Let’s arrow the temp”, with me being the leading male character. Sometimes, I do my “siam the arrows” tricks or the “pretend-to-work-while-actually-msning” stunt, or my personal favorite: Roll on the floor and pretend to die.
Hate to say this but most of the time, I don’t win.
There seems to always be something to do, something that is so urgent that I have to stop my current work and have to do instead. Things like taking down a banner, and putting up a new one. Things like opening the letterbox to check for new mail at 10pm in the night. Things like writing a poem for some director guy whom I have never seen in my entire life. Things like going online to search for E-card so that we can wish a leaving colleague all the best in his new job.
Usually, all of that demands that whatever important job that my big boss assigned to be me to be put off temporary to help the CSOs do the stuff that they are supposed to be doing. In fact, work delegated to them, usually ends up on my desk, with me doing all the work, and them taking the credit. Sometimes, when the boss comments on a job well done of my co-workers, they shameless take credit. Right in front of my face some more, which usually has me staring at them in disbelief.
It’s not so much of the credit taking (Read: KS-ing in dota terms) that pisses me off. In fact, I don’t quite give a shit. It’s more of the fact that sometimes, after I finished something, they would attempt to modify it with disastrous results, and still pass it off as their work. Or in some cases, MY work when boss deems it not good enough.
Recently had been tasked with design of a poster for a 5v5 soccer tournament. After I source for pictures and create a masterpiece that rivals the Mona Lisa, the friggin bitch who asked me to help her took my soft copy and edited away most of the good parts and inserted typically CC elements in the posters. Examples include cheesy clip arts from Microsoft word and dull colour fonts. And she killed of a tag line that I thought of to make the poster exhibit a much more lively aspect. The final product is so bad that a kindergarten teacher would have no choice but to give a D- . There is a reason why a lot of young people from my generation ain’t interested in CC or grassroots activities. That is because there is a lot of badly designed posters and banners hanging around the CC. Those promotional materials actually serve to deter people from joining, that I’m pretty sure. The nice of saying it would be… It’s FUCKING BUTT UGLY.
You don’t want to know what’s the ugly way of saying it.
Hate to say this but most of the time, I don’t win.
There seems to always be something to do, something that is so urgent that I have to stop my current work and have to do instead. Things like taking down a banner, and putting up a new one. Things like opening the letterbox to check for new mail at 10pm in the night. Things like writing a poem for some director guy whom I have never seen in my entire life. Things like going online to search for E-card so that we can wish a leaving colleague all the best in his new job.
Usually, all of that demands that whatever important job that my big boss assigned to be me to be put off temporary to help the CSOs do the stuff that they are supposed to be doing. In fact, work delegated to them, usually ends up on my desk, with me doing all the work, and them taking the credit. Sometimes, when the boss comments on a job well done of my co-workers, they shameless take credit. Right in front of my face some more, which usually has me staring at them in disbelief.
It’s not so much of the credit taking (Read: KS-ing in dota terms) that pisses me off. In fact, I don’t quite give a shit. It’s more of the fact that sometimes, after I finished something, they would attempt to modify it with disastrous results, and still pass it off as their work. Or in some cases, MY work when boss deems it not good enough.
Recently had been tasked with design of a poster for a 5v5 soccer tournament. After I source for pictures and create a masterpiece that rivals the Mona Lisa, the friggin bitch who asked me to help her took my soft copy and edited away most of the good parts and inserted typically CC elements in the posters. Examples include cheesy clip arts from Microsoft word and dull colour fonts. And she killed of a tag line that I thought of to make the poster exhibit a much more lively aspect. The final product is so bad that a kindergarten teacher would have no choice but to give a D- . There is a reason why a lot of young people from my generation ain’t interested in CC or grassroots activities. That is because there is a lot of badly designed posters and banners hanging around the CC. Those promotional materials actually serve to deter people from joining, that I’m pretty sure. The nice of saying it would be… It’s FUCKING BUTT UGLY.
You don’t want to know what’s the ugly way of saying it.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Bored.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
1030
2. Diamonds or Pearls?
Diamonds. According to James bond, Diamonds are forever.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Da Vinci Code. Not a movie person
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Has to be simpsons. Or Malcom in the Middle.
5. What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Didn’t eat
6. What is your middle name?
Bing
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Nil.
8. What foods do you dislike?
There too much to name
9. Favorite Potato chip?
Jack and Jill. The orange colour one. New ones just kinda blow.
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
Must be some techno CD I think. But I like Dan-J’s stuff
11. What kind of car do you drive?
I wish I have one.
12. Favorite sandwich?
Hate Bread
13. What characteristics do you despise?
The same type of people like me. Yes I hate myself.
14. What are your favorite clothes?
Free ones.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on Vacation, where Wouldn't you go?
Most likely everywhere. Traveling is troublesome. Although there is this Wanderlust that I am currently feeling.
16. What color are your eyes?
Black.
17. Favorite brand of clothing?
Cheap kind.
18. Where would you want to retire to?
My house in Hougang
19. Favorite time of day?
When I am slacking
20. Where were you born?
Singapore KK hospital
21. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Soccer! You get to see random people trying to kick a ball into a net, and run around on a huge field and pretend to have tactics and stuff. Best part is when the crowd pours onto the field and kill all the players.
22. Who do you least expect to send this back?
Blah.
23. Person you expect to send it back first?
blah.
24. Coke or Pepsi?
Hate them both. But I really dislike coke.
25. Morning person or night owl?
None of the above.
26. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
No. I am boring.
27. What did you want to be when you were little?
Spiderman. Now that I have grew up, I want to be Batman.
28. What is your best childhood memory?
My mom tied me to a chair and beat my ass off. Hell yea.
29. What are the different paid jobs you have had in your life?
mover, invigilator, call centre, flower boy…etc. Too many.
32. Ever been to Africa??
I watched “God must be crazy”. Twice. Close enough.
33. Ever been toilet papering?
Yes. (Whatever that means.)
34. Been in a car accident?
With my driving skills? Not yet. Soon I think
35. Favorite day of the week?
Friday.
36. Favorite restaurant?
I like kopitiams
37. Favorite flower?
Orchids.
38. Favorite Ice cream?
The MacDonald 50 cents one.
39. Favorite Flavored Coffee?
Kopi-O. No questions about it.
40. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Long john Silver.
Wendy’s
41. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Once is bad enough.
42. Before this one, from whom did you get your last E-mail?
Must the Beach party people ah.
43. Which store would you choose to max out your Credit card?
Any place with fantastic amps and speakers.
44. Bedtime?
When I feel sleepy
45. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire
Everyone
46. Last person you went to dinner with?
I don’t have friends.
47. What is your favorite color?
Pink
48. How many tattoos do you have?
Nil. Pain leh.
49. What celebrity would you like to have an affair with?
Jessica Alba!!!
50. What 3 people would you like to have lunch with?
Jessica Alba and her 2 look-alike twins.
1030
2. Diamonds or Pearls?
Diamonds. According to James bond, Diamonds are forever.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Da Vinci Code. Not a movie person
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Has to be simpsons. Or Malcom in the Middle.
5. What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Didn’t eat
6. What is your middle name?
Bing
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Nil.
8. What foods do you dislike?
There too much to name
9. Favorite Potato chip?
Jack and Jill. The orange colour one. New ones just kinda blow.
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
Must be some techno CD I think. But I like Dan-J’s stuff
11. What kind of car do you drive?
I wish I have one.
12. Favorite sandwich?
Hate Bread
13. What characteristics do you despise?
The same type of people like me. Yes I hate myself.
14. What are your favorite clothes?
Free ones.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on Vacation, where Wouldn't you go?
Most likely everywhere. Traveling is troublesome. Although there is this Wanderlust that I am currently feeling.
16. What color are your eyes?
Black.
17. Favorite brand of clothing?
Cheap kind.
18. Where would you want to retire to?
My house in Hougang
19. Favorite time of day?
When I am slacking
20. Where were you born?
Singapore KK hospital
21. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Soccer! You get to see random people trying to kick a ball into a net, and run around on a huge field and pretend to have tactics and stuff. Best part is when the crowd pours onto the field and kill all the players.
22. Who do you least expect to send this back?
Blah.
23. Person you expect to send it back first?
blah.
24. Coke or Pepsi?
Hate them both. But I really dislike coke.
25. Morning person or night owl?
None of the above.
26. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
No. I am boring.
27. What did you want to be when you were little?
Spiderman. Now that I have grew up, I want to be Batman.
28. What is your best childhood memory?
My mom tied me to a chair and beat my ass off. Hell yea.
29. What are the different paid jobs you have had in your life?
mover, invigilator, call centre, flower boy…etc. Too many.
32. Ever been to Africa??
I watched “God must be crazy”. Twice. Close enough.
33. Ever been toilet papering?
Yes. (Whatever that means.)
34. Been in a car accident?
With my driving skills? Not yet. Soon I think
35. Favorite day of the week?
Friday.
36. Favorite restaurant?
I like kopitiams
37. Favorite flower?
Orchids.
38. Favorite Ice cream?
The MacDonald 50 cents one.
39. Favorite Flavored Coffee?
Kopi-O. No questions about it.
40. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Long john Silver.
Wendy’s
41. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Once is bad enough.
42. Before this one, from whom did you get your last E-mail?
Must the Beach party people ah.
43. Which store would you choose to max out your Credit card?
Any place with fantastic amps and speakers.
44. Bedtime?
When I feel sleepy
45. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire
Everyone
46. Last person you went to dinner with?
I don’t have friends.
47. What is your favorite color?
Pink
48. How many tattoos do you have?
Nil. Pain leh.
49. What celebrity would you like to have an affair with?
Jessica Alba!!!
50. What 3 people would you like to have lunch with?
Jessica Alba and her 2 look-alike twins.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Au Revoir
The CC people asked me to write a poem for some director who is leaving. And here's what I came up with (read: google for). Of course I customize it to fit my means. The two below are what I wrote for that bugger whom, i have never met before. And what's the best part? They actually used my poems, and credited it to my name followed by bracketed "Temp Staff". By now PA should have realized what kind of work their temp staff are actually doing in the CC.
Au Revoir
You left on your way.
It doesn't seem fair,
but in the back of my mind,
you will always be there.
You weren't a close friend,
but our paths did cross,
and leaving us now,
is to us a great loss.
We may think of you a little less
with each passing day,
but your strength is something we won't forget,
you have changed us in a way.
Thank you for your courage,
Leadership and more,
Left us now but still forever be,
The *insert name here*that we adore
With the Wind.
The time comes now, to say goodbye.
The years, my goodness, how they fly.
Times of loss aren’t times of ease,
From time to time remember us please.
For sure it was you that shone a light,
and thou dedication, day and night.
The ride with you has been a blast,
good times, but alas, it couldn’t last.
Most truly when we work together.
Our collective earthling nest to feather.
Solving problems joined as friends,
cooperating, to great ends.
And so in closing, one last pen,
Au Revoir! To our dear dear friend.
Pretty good huh? Personally I prefer the second one. The first one made it seems like he died or something.
PS: "Au Revoir" is "goodbye" in french. I added that in to make it look more chim and professional. Kudos to Karen for helping out with the translation!
Au Revoir
You left on your way.
It doesn't seem fair,
but in the back of my mind,
you will always be there.
You weren't a close friend,
but our paths did cross,
and leaving us now,
is to us a great loss.
We may think of you a little less
with each passing day,
but your strength is something we won't forget,
you have changed us in a way.
Thank you for your courage,
Leadership and more,
Left us now but still forever be,
The *insert name here*that we adore
With the Wind.
The time comes now, to say goodbye.
The years, my goodness, how they fly.
Times of loss aren’t times of ease,
From time to time remember us please.
For sure it was you that shone a light,
and thou dedication, day and night.
The ride with you has been a blast,
good times, but alas, it couldn’t last.
Most truly when we work together.
Our collective earthling nest to feather.
Solving problems joined as friends,
cooperating, to great ends.
And so in closing, one last pen,
Au Revoir! To our dear dear friend.
Pretty good huh? Personally I prefer the second one. The first one made it seems like he died or something.
PS: "Au Revoir" is "goodbye" in french. I added that in to make it look more chim and professional. Kudos to Karen for helping out with the translation!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Hair
My hair has reached a stage where by it's not long nor short. Too short to style, and too long to feel comfortable. Granted my hair grows pretty fast, but this stage of hair growth is still one of the worse. Crap. My friends would know that the reason i prefer my long hair is simply because it's naturally straight somewhat, and there is not much effort that i need to put in to. Just wake up, take a shower and go school. Where by my peers would require half and hour each day in front of the mirror gel-ing waxing and doing god knows what to their hair. And people wonder why their hair conditions sucks. It's because you dumb asses keep on using chemicals and toxic stuff on ur head! That why you need conditioner, moisting cream and blah blah blah to help mantain your hair. And the prices of all this is pretty insane.
Still on the topic of hair, I was walking around today and suddenly there was a strong breeze that came out of no where. And as it blew on my hair, I realized if I still have my long hair, it would make a pretty nice photo. Think of those movie posters and stuff. Overactive imagination maybe, but I would be lying if I say I don't miss that lump of hair on my head. Yea, But I still really really like my short hair. Easier to run, swim and stuff. Basically doing physical games and exercise would be much cooler.
But right now, I am still not going to gel it although it would look 3.65 times better than my present look. Oh, and I have been thinking about cutting my goatee-wannable. It's getting old, this look, but my rationale is that since my hair is short, some other part of my hair has to be longer also mah.
Yes, I am a vain bastard. Just that I don't show it.
Still on the topic of hair, I was walking around today and suddenly there was a strong breeze that came out of no where. And as it blew on my hair, I realized if I still have my long hair, it would make a pretty nice photo. Think of those movie posters and stuff. Overactive imagination maybe, but I would be lying if I say I don't miss that lump of hair on my head. Yea, But I still really really like my short hair. Easier to run, swim and stuff. Basically doing physical games and exercise would be much cooler.
But right now, I am still not going to gel it although it would look 3.65 times better than my present look. Oh, and I have been thinking about cutting my goatee-wannable. It's getting old, this look, but my rationale is that since my hair is short, some other part of my hair has to be longer also mah.
Yes, I am a vain bastard. Just that I don't show it.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Lens
So I got my contact lens today. And they were a pair of bitches I must say.
I always thought it was easy to just put them in, and when i see my peers take them out of their eyes, it seems gross, but simple enough. But hell no. Mine just had to make life diffcult for me.
Don't know about you, but my eyes are rather important to me and hence my unwillingness to go touch them. Then you tend to blink when u feel somewhat threaten, like when u see a big finger trying to insert something into your eyes. I swear I took like half and hour just to get my pair of contacts in. After that then freaking realize that the degree wasn't that accurate then have to wait for some time for the guy to do ajustment.
Taking those pair out was another chore. Seriously. Now i have to touch my eyes and somehow pluck out my contacts. Chunyong was telling that soft lens are harder to take out. I would say soft lens are FRIGGIN hard. Around 12 on the scale of 10. (10 would be equal to getting Jessica Alba to date me)
Despite being such a pain, well, i guess contacts would give me another choice when running. Running with glasses is quite hard especially when it has the tendency to drop all over the place. Thus contacts was supposed to be part of the solution. Until I practice enough, I think contacts would be quite a daunting task for now.
And I freaking forgot to go take the guitar from Choonwee today. Shit lah. I really want to start praticing on my guitar. Maybe that wasn't the right way of phrasing it. Should be start learning how to play one properly. And yes, I am too cheapo to buy one myself. Nor am I going to pay to learn guitar lessons. Little does Choonwee knows that I am not going to return him his guitar. I don't think he cares anyway. Too busy with his world of warcraft I believe.
For the Horde!
I always thought it was easy to just put them in, and when i see my peers take them out of their eyes, it seems gross, but simple enough. But hell no. Mine just had to make life diffcult for me.
Don't know about you, but my eyes are rather important to me and hence my unwillingness to go touch them. Then you tend to blink when u feel somewhat threaten, like when u see a big finger trying to insert something into your eyes. I swear I took like half and hour just to get my pair of contacts in. After that then freaking realize that the degree wasn't that accurate then have to wait for some time for the guy to do ajustment.
Taking those pair out was another chore. Seriously. Now i have to touch my eyes and somehow pluck out my contacts. Chunyong was telling that soft lens are harder to take out. I would say soft lens are FRIGGIN hard. Around 12 on the scale of 10. (10 would be equal to getting Jessica Alba to date me)
Despite being such a pain, well, i guess contacts would give me another choice when running. Running with glasses is quite hard especially when it has the tendency to drop all over the place. Thus contacts was supposed to be part of the solution. Until I practice enough, I think contacts would be quite a daunting task for now.
And I freaking forgot to go take the guitar from Choonwee today. Shit lah. I really want to start praticing on my guitar. Maybe that wasn't the right way of phrasing it. Should be start learning how to play one properly. And yes, I am too cheapo to buy one myself. Nor am I going to pay to learn guitar lessons. Little does Choonwee knows that I am not going to return him his guitar. I don't think he cares anyway. Too busy with his world of warcraft I believe.
For the Horde!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Mahjong
Crap lah.
The whole day I am thinking of Mahjong.
The very thought of touching the MJ tiles turns me on. Very much.
The arranging of the tiles and the hitting of the tiles against the edge of the table, or the shuffling of the MJ tiles.... woohoo. It's like taking Viagra, smoking pot and drinking at the same time. Granted I have never done the 3 together at the same time, but you know what I am talking about.
It's been like 6 days since I last played a game of MJ. The computer version isn't so appealing to me now. Yahoo MJ is slow. Tried it once, and swore that I could have discovered a cure for BOTH cancer and AIDS while I am waiting for those idiots' turn. I am stroking my MJ tiles as i type this. Tonight I'll likely sleep beside my MJ table, hugging the legs of the table.
I think I need professional help. And fast.
I think I need professional help. And fast.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Eunice.
First of all, I hope I spelt her name correctly.
But enough of that, this post is delicated to someone who might not even have the chance to read this blog, but somehow made an impact on my life.
She was the teaching assistent for my Leadershit and Team Building (LTB) course in my first year of SMU. Basically, it's kinda like a starter course on how much projects in the future of my schooling years is going to suck. As what a TA is supposed to do, she will guide us and nudge us in the right direction when doing our project. And teach us little hints and tricks to get better grades in Prof Ma's class. Basically try to help us get an A for the mod.
But, that isn't really the main point. I didn't quite learn anything from that. Opps. And i got a B+.
Funny thing is, I learnt an important life lesson during Kbox-ing with her with lewis and yanxia. For those who have been living under a rock, Kbox is a place where you sing songs, not where you punch people nor watch movies (Xianglun, the kbox virgin, this one is directed to you.) Like most people, we keep on dian-ing the songs we want until there was a freaking long list. But suddenly someone suggested we sing Mayday's 恋爱ing. So our dear TA helped us to find that song, and went to insert that song. So I was wondering aloud why she insert that song when it would have come later.
And She retorted, "想唱就唱 lo".
She never knew how powerful that simple statement was. Thesedays, whenever I am caught at a cross road of chocies, I simply think of whatever I want to do more then i just do it.
Yes, I know. It seems like a stupid story. But it's true. That accounts partly for the reason why I am so friggin kickass. Coz I feel like doing it. (The other reason is mainly coz I am just too kickass to begin with)
Even though we don't really keep in touch anymore, still want to wish you a Happy 21st Birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE!!
And oh, I am not going to your bday party.
But enough of that, this post is delicated to someone who might not even have the chance to read this blog, but somehow made an impact on my life.
She was the teaching assistent for my Leadershit and Team Building (LTB) course in my first year of SMU. Basically, it's kinda like a starter course on how much projects in the future of my schooling years is going to suck. As what a TA is supposed to do, she will guide us and nudge us in the right direction when doing our project. And teach us little hints and tricks to get better grades in Prof Ma's class. Basically try to help us get an A for the mod.
But, that isn't really the main point. I didn't quite learn anything from that. Opps. And i got a B+.
Funny thing is, I learnt an important life lesson during Kbox-ing with her with lewis and yanxia. For those who have been living under a rock, Kbox is a place where you sing songs, not where you punch people nor watch movies (Xianglun, the kbox virgin, this one is directed to you.) Like most people, we keep on dian-ing the songs we want until there was a freaking long list. But suddenly someone suggested we sing Mayday's 恋爱ing. So our dear TA helped us to find that song, and went to insert that song. So I was wondering aloud why she insert that song when it would have come later.
And She retorted, "想唱就唱 lo".
She never knew how powerful that simple statement was. Thesedays, whenever I am caught at a cross road of chocies, I simply think of whatever I want to do more then i just do it.
Yes, I know. It seems like a stupid story. But it's true. That accounts partly for the reason why I am so friggin kickass. Coz I feel like doing it. (The other reason is mainly coz I am just too kickass to begin with)
Even though we don't really keep in touch anymore, still want to wish you a Happy 21st Birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE!!
And oh, I am not going to your bday party.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The Sign
Aw shit. The best 30seconds of your life that you will never get back.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
And of course, part 2.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
And of course, part 2.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Song Lyrics Version 2.0
Seems like the last one wasn't so well recieved. Oh well, time to try again.
As Sha said, the song must contain more lyrics. I would also have to insert some meaningful statements before the start of the song. Here goes,
1) Winners don't take drugs. In small quantities.
2) Don't drink and drive. With your eyes closed.
3) Vote for Workers Par..... never mind the last one, incase i get arrested.
And finally presenting the song of the day,
Fatboy Slim - Right here, Right now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
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Hopefully, this one would be better.
PS. On the topic of version 2.0, Angus the mahjong Za Hu expert version 2.0 still no threat. AT ALL. Time to wait for version 3.0
As Sha said, the song must contain more lyrics. I would also have to insert some meaningful statements before the start of the song. Here goes,
1) Winners don't take drugs. In small quantities.
2) Don't drink and drive. With your eyes closed.
3) Vote for Workers Par..... never mind the last one, incase i get arrested.
And finally presenting the song of the day,
Fatboy Slim - Right here, Right now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
Right Here, Right Now
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Hopefully, this one would be better.
PS. On the topic of version 2.0, Angus the mahjong Za Hu expert version 2.0 still no threat. AT ALL. Time to wait for version 3.0
Saturday, June 17, 2006
One breath
Seems like alot of people like to post song lyrics and stuff. Shall give it a try.
Dan J-One Breath (DJ Splash Remix)
Let's celebrate the feeling that never goes away.
Let's celebrate that one breath that keeps you alive.
So come here, and I will show you what to do with your life.
I will only say this once but guess i love you so
and i need you to stay alive.
*music*
Chorus X 2
*more music*
*and more music*
Frankly, I don't see what is the big fuss about posting song lyrics.
Dan J-One Breath (DJ Splash Remix)
Let's celebrate the feeling that never goes away.
Let's celebrate that one breath that keeps you alive.
So come here, and I will show you what to do with your life.
I will only say this once but guess i love you so
and i need you to stay alive.
*music*
Chorus X 2
*more music*
*and more music*
Frankly, I don't see what is the big fuss about posting song lyrics.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Wondering.
Sometimes I wonder.
"Is it morally right to fall in love with your boss?"
Besides the obvious office politics that would come in play, It doesn't help that your boss happens to be 8 years older.
And married.
And has a kid.
Sometimes I wonder if I have too much time on my hand.
"Is it morally right to fall in love with your boss?"
Besides the obvious office politics that would come in play, It doesn't help that your boss happens to be 8 years older.
And married.
And has a kid.
Sometimes I wonder if I have too much time on my hand.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Pioneer guys update.
Update of the PNR guys after ICT. In section Bed level.
Kevin - 3/4 of a can of TIGER, and he gets drunk. And I thought I was bad at drinking.
Poh - OWNED!!
Bx - By default, now the most garang pioneer.
Xiangfu - Still as skinny as ever.
Gan - OWNED!! X 2
Gimmy- Farking cocker without boots. Currently left with 20 cents credit in his 11B.
Jerry - The man with the golden butt.
Eddy - Very much prefers to sleep without a room-mate
Angus - Offical pionner platoon ASS CHIONGSTER
Ang KK- Birthday boy. The first birthday that the whole platoon celebrated together.
Huat - Fought off section 2 by himself. And he watched helpless while I cut his queue.
Zhiyong - CUM LAN. Even more so than last time.
Kee - Chao Keng. Chao Keng. Chao Keng
Chan - Fighting with me for most garang pioneer after Kee resigned. Lost obviously.
J G - The man who help me get my 200 bucks. Heart!
Alvin - The BIGGEST man. Eddy trying his best to catch up though.
CB cai - Fittest boy in the platoon. Wide hand grip chin-up anyone?
Incamp was somewhat......fun.
Kevin - 3/4 of a can of TIGER, and he gets drunk. And I thought I was bad at drinking.
Poh - OWNED!!
Bx - By default, now the most garang pioneer.
Xiangfu - Still as skinny as ever.
Gan - OWNED!! X 2
Gimmy- Farking cocker without boots. Currently left with 20 cents credit in his 11B.
Jerry - The man with the golden butt.
Eddy - Very much prefers to sleep without a room-mate
Angus - Offical pionner platoon ASS CHIONGSTER
Ang KK- Birthday boy. The first birthday that the whole platoon celebrated together.
Huat - Fought off section 2 by himself. And he watched helpless while I cut his queue.
Zhiyong - CUM LAN. Even more so than last time.
Kee - Chao Keng. Chao Keng. Chao Keng
Chan - Fighting with me for most garang pioneer after Kee resigned. Lost obviously.
J G - The man who help me get my 200 bucks. Heart!
Alvin - The BIGGEST man. Eddy trying his best to catch up though.
CB cai - Fittest boy in the platoon. Wide hand grip chin-up anyone?
Incamp was somewhat......fun.
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